Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 45 Uncle Nine Is So Weak?
The methods of the two corpse riots today were exactly the same, which made Uncle Jiu have to think of them as the same person.

Master Maoshan, Shi Jian!

Ren Mu, who was hiding, laughed happily when he heard Uncle Jiu's roar.

Taking advantage of Shi Jian's desire to cause trouble for Uncle Jiu, he became his best scapegoat.

"No, it's only a hair's breadth away, the Gathering Sun Formation cannot be destroyed!"

One after another, weak zombies slowly attacked the Liangyi Juyang array.

Seeing the continuous flickering light of the formation, Uncle Jiu's heart was bleeding continuously.

"Kill!" The anger brought strength to Uncle Jiu, and he clenched the mahogany sword tightly in his hand.

Facing the encirclement of the five-headed and second-rank white stiff, instead of advancing, he rushed forward desperately.

"Roar!"

A sword pierced Bai Jiang's heart, and before he could change his move, he felt the strong wind coming from behind him.

Uncle Jiu rolled on the spot, turned his body, and thrust out his sword again.

"call out!"

The mahogany sword accurately pierced the white stiff heart behind him, as expected of a powerful Taoist that Ren Mu was very afraid of.

Even if he was extremely exhausted, he could instantly kill two second-rank white zombies in an instant.

Now, Uncle Jiu was very tired, but these zombies would not give him time to rest.

Before he could stand still, white stiff claws attacked from the left and right sides.

"呲呲!"

Unable to dodge Jiushu, his shoulder was injured by sharp claws, but he managed to throw out the mahogany sword, and once again got rid of his white head.

"Oh!"

His mana was exhausted again, and Uncle Jiu, who was seriously overstretched, fell to the ground and couldn't get up after several struggles.

Uncle Jiu, who tried his best, successfully killed three second-rank white stiffs in less than a second.

But this is already the last strength.

Looking at the last two second-rank white stiffs, they opened their mouths, revealing sharp fangs and claws exuding corpse aura, approaching step by step.

At the juncture of life and death, Uncle Jiu relaxed in his heart.

With a calm smile on his face, he glanced at the sunset in the sky, showed a flat smile, and said softly.

"Eldest brother, it's fine if you want my life, but for the sake of the common people, please don't destroy the Liangyi Juyang formation."

At the same time, Shi Jian, who was dozens of miles away from the valley, his left eyelid twitched a few times.

"Could it be that Lin Jiu was killed by a zombie?"

"Impossible, just a few white stiffs, how could it be possible to kill him, won't they run away if they can't be beaten?"

Shi Jian's cultivation base is already a fifth-grade earth master, so of course there will be some differences in the perception of ordinary people.

Knowing that Uncle Jiu was trapped before he left, the methods left behind were at a critical moment of life and death.

But he didn't go back, he just stretched out his hand to smooth his lower eyelids, and continued to walk towards the neighboring town as if nothing had happened.

After walking a few steps, Shi Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately turned around.

In the valley, Ren Mu has already controlled a group of zombies, rushing into the Liangyi Juyang formation.

Seeing from afar that Uncle Jiu was already on the ground at this time, he immediately showed a stunned expression.

"This Ninth Uncle has become so weak!"

He never imagined that just ten heads and two grades of white stiffness would be able to drive Uncle Jiu into a dangerous situation.

If he is really that weak, why should he be so afraid?
With the current strength, he can easily suppress the opponent.

But when he thought that Uncle Nine, who was a true disciple of Maoshan and a fourth-rank Taoist, died here, it would definitely cause an earthquake in Maoshan's ancestral home.

The group of Maoshan Taoist priests who have just left will definitely come back frantically once they get the news from the Maoshan ancestral court.

Especially that Shi Jian, if he found out the existence of Ren Mu, he would definitely kill him.

Push all the troubles that caused Uncle Jiu by manipulating ten zombies just now to him.

Zombies have no human rights, once Uncle Jiu really dies here.

No matter how you explain it, no Taoist will believe it.

"Can't Uncle Jiu die here?"

With a decision in his heart, Ren Mu immediately used the Dacheng-level Mietian Town Corpse Art with a thought.

The consciousness instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters, connecting the restrictions left in the two second-rank white zombies, and eliminating the corpse control technique left by Shi Jian.

Tell them to stop attacking Uncle Jiu directly.

Following Ren Mu's timely action, Uncle Jiu looked at the zombie's claws in front of him, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression on his face.

"What exactly is going on?"

He was ready to die, but the two zombies actually stopped at the most critical moment.

The corpse aura on his body was constantly leaking out, and he soon turned into an ordinary corpse, slowly falling down.

Uncle Jiu had just fought to the death with these ten second-rank white zombies, and he already knew that he was being manipulated by humans, and the methods were very powerful.

In his cognition, if it wasn't Shi Jian, the senior brother of Maoshan, who else could it be!

However, seeing the expressions on the faces of these two zombies made him even more puzzled.

"I've definitely seen the expression of this zombie, and it's no less than twice!"

Uncle Jiu struggled to stand up from the ground, took out glutinous rice and applied it to the wound on his shoulder where the zombie had scratched him.

"呲呲!"

As soon as the glutinous rice touched the wound on the shoulder, there was a rotten smell immediately.

This aged glutinous rice can dispel the corpse gas from the wound, and prevent Uncle Jiu from being poisoned by the corpse and turning into an inhuman zombie.

As the smoke dissipated, the corpse poison on Uncle Jiu's shoulders had been completely absorbed by the glutinous rice, and the pure white beige had turned into burnt black.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu patted his head and roared loudly.

"That's right, it's Mrs. Ren!"

Ren Mu, who was hundreds of meters away, was also suddenly startled by Uncle Jiu's yell, causing the control of the zombies to stop for a while.

Just now, after Ren Mu resolved Jiu Shu's life-and-death crisis, he continued to perform the Mietian Town Corpse Art.

From the mass grave, he manipulated dozens of zombies to launch a suicide attack towards the Liangyi Juyang Formation.

It's almost dusk, if you don't take advantage of the last time to absorb enough sun essence, then Ren Mu's busy day will be in vain.

But now, hearing Uncle Jiu's yelling, Ren Mu is considering whether to stop.

"Well, why is there a zombie attack formation?"

Seeing dozens of zombies, Uncle Jiu walked slowly towards the Liangyi Juyang Formation, then ran over anxiously.

But he didn't take two steps, and stopped with his hands on his shoulders.

With his current physical condition, what else can he do when he runs up.

He could only helplessly watch the dozens of zombies being roasted into charcoal by the sun-gathering array.

But the power of this formation is constantly being consumed.

It wasn't until the radiant Liangyi Juyang Formation completely dimmed that Uncle Jiu slowly stepped forward.

Looking at the eighteen polyyang mirrors on the eyes, they have been broken into dross.

However, the joy of success hangs on his face.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu couldn't figure out why the horde of zombies kept attacking the formation.

But at the last moment before the formation was breached, the cave of corpse energy was successfully sealed.

(End of this chapter)